Golden Shana: The Chase by A P von K'Ory

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Welcome to It's Raining Books. What is something you’ve lied about?

I tell a whole lot of fibs daily, hourly in fact, in my fiction writing. That’s what it’s all about. But the one lie I told that has left an impression in me is when I confirmed to my girlfriend’s parents in “God’s own country” Yorkshire that she was spending the weekend with me in London when I knew she was flying off to Cyprus for a weekend with her wealthy Russian boyfriend. The parents highly disapproved of the “Russky”, but my girlfriend long since married him and they live Happily Ever After in Dubai.

Who is the last person you hugged?

My son

What are you reading now?

Sooley by John Grisham and Win by Harlan Coben. Like in my writing, I tend to read more than one book simultaneously. The two are among my favourite American thriller writers.

How do you come up with the titles to your books?

In the beginning I did this by trial and error. I’d choose some random passage within the book and choose a title from that. But I’ve often had to listen to a fan or my beta readers when they make a suggestion or comment about some fault with the title, and change the title. For example, I changed Golden Shana Series title twice: from Dark Desires (too many other books out there with the same title) to Golden Svadishana (Svadishana too hard to pronounce and/or remember) to the final Golden Shana.

your dream cast for your book.

Oh wow, this one catapults me to outer space. When it comes to the Golden Shana Series, I think I’d have a tough time deciding between Shakira and Adriana Lima for Shana Lindqvist. By the same token I’d rack my brains and task my eyes for the candy when it comes to Roman Castell, who is the sum total of Zac Efron, Henry Cavill and Chris Evans sprinkled all in the right places!

An evening at the La Scala in Milan twirls the lives of five people into a web of rivalry, intrigues, heartaches, obsession, murder, loss, and revenge.

“… for those who love selective eroticism with substance. An exciting and sophisticated erotic thriller for the astute romance reader, woman or man.”

Love, a word Roman can hardly spell, hits him when he sees Shana one evening. She’s the first woman not dropping to her knees at his mere presence. Used to getting whatever he wants, he chases her. Only to discovers that she prefers the girls. Roman can’t let that deter him. But is he for once up against his own comeuppance? At any rate, he needs assistance, which comes in the form of Alyssa, Shana’s BFF. Trouble crops up when Alyssa is all too ready and willing to drop on her knees for him.

Roman can't get anywhere near Shana on his own. Would he start anything with Alyssa as long as this finally leads him to meet Shana in person?

Then there’s Marie, his current companion, who has a life-changing surprise for him.

Roman: I never chased after a woman. Then I caught a glimpse of the woman I would kneel for, but didn’t even know her name. Heck, I determined to find her if it took me the rest of my life.

Shana: He stood in the room with her. The frisson in the currents freaking between them knocked her senseless. The mutual force of predator and prey, blasting into her core ... her soul ... Danger. Keep far away from him

Read an Excerpt

“Marie, what the hell are you doing here?”

“Roman! I could ask you the same.” Her eyes flitted from Bastian to Roman. Bastian had a surprised look on his face that must have matched her own. Here was Europe’s most loaded Adonis heartthrob he’d just mentioned a moment ago.

“I’m here to take you home.” Then he leant in closer to her face. “Both of you.”

This arrogant bastard! “Roman, I’m here to enjoy my Saturday night with my sister and Monika. You said you weren’t coming back to us!” She stressed the us so strongly that it came out like a violent hiss. She was almost livid with rage. Roman had no right to simply butt in on her evening and start claiming rights! He was the one who walked out on them. He was the one who ended their relationship over the phone! He was… shit!

Roman thumped on Bastian’s chest so hard that Bastian had to be held steady by several dancers to stop him toppling over. “You – whoever you are – keep your fucking hands off her!” Most dancers stopped dancing to watch the show. Roman stepped forward to now spit all that in Bastian’s face, their foreheads almost knocking, Roman bending down to make up for the height he had over Bastian. “Have I made myself understood?” he roared, and she feared he might actually hit his forehead on Bastian’s.

Like a pair of rutting bucks.

Her fury mingled with the fact that even with all of it, Roman inflamed her longing for him, ignited a burst of desire in her for him. Roman in all his infuriating masculine sexiness and stunning perfection that demanded attention like he was some sort of danger or magnificent delight. All eyes, male and female, were on him. She couldn’t believe that she felt a twinge of jealousy at the ogling women. God, was she for real?

But he looked absolutely delicious in light trousers and navy polo shirt and leather belt, Clarks Trimocc Sun, no socks. As if he was about to board his yacht and go for a cool long drink in the middle of the ocean. His clothes didn’t fight with his muscles, they complemented each other. That look and his air of absolute self-confidence, coupled with the aggression, were clitoris activators. The throbbing between her legs killed her.

Why couldn’t he see that he was the only one for her, the Neanderthal jerk?

About the Author:

A P von K’Ory writes the kind of books she herself would like to read and is passionate about, whether romance, psychological thriller or nonfiction. She is the winner of six awards from four continents, the last one being the Achievers Award for Writer of the Year 2013 in the Netherlands. The Selmere Integration Prize was awarded her in 2014 for her engagement in helping African Women in the Diaspora cope with a variety of domestic and social problems. The Proposal, a short story, won the Cook Communications first prize in 2010 and is published in an American anthology Africa 2012. In 2012, she won the Karl Ziegler Prize for her commitment to bring African culture to Western society in various papers, theses, and lectures. Again in 2012, her book Bound to Tradition: The Dream was nominated for the 2012 Caine Prize by the Author-me Group, Sanford, and in 2013 she was shortlisted for the Commonwealth Writers Prize.

Von K'Ory is married to an aristocrat and politician of Franco-German descent, has a large extended family. She lectures Economics and Sociology in Austria, Germany and Switzerland. She’s migratory and – weather willing – lives in Germany, France, Cyprus, and Greece.

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